His smile was too much for Margaret. She blushed and mumbled
something about being sorry and having a headache.
"Say, Court, do you know this Ambulance feller that's coming to
visit Alix next week?" asked the editor, with interest.
"You mean Addison Blythe? He was up at Pont-a-Mousson for a while,
I believe, but it was after I had left for the Vosges section. I've
heard of him. Harvard man."
"You two ought to have a good time when you get together," said
Doc Simpson.
"I've got an item in the Sun about him this week, and next week
we'll have an interview with him."
The usually loquacious Mr. Webster had been silent since Courtney's
arrival. Now he lifted his voice to put a question to Miss Angie
Miller, across the table.
"Did you write that letter I spoke about the other day, Angie?"
"Yes,--but there hasn't been time for an answer yet."
"Speaking about David Strong," remarked Mr. Pollock, "I'll never
forget what he did when Mr. Windom gave him a silver watch for his
twelfth birthday. Shows what a bright, progressive, enterprising
feller he was even at that age. You remember, Miss Molly? I mean
about his setting his watch fifteen minutes ahead the very day he
got it."
Miss Molly smiled. "It WAS cute of him, wasn't it?"
"What was the idea?" inquired Mr. Hatch.
"So's he would know what time it was fifteen minutes sooner than
anybody else in town," said Mr.
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